Point Taken
By Carol M.
E/O Challenge…argue…an injured Dean is determined to go out on a hunt, but Bobby ain't having it…hurt!Dean
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Don't own them, only love them
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"Let's go get the fugly bastard," Dean said with forced gusto as he stumbled up from Bobby's couch, heading towards the front door on wobbly legs.
"Whoa, where do you think you're going, ya idjit?" Bobby muttered, his tone bordering on incredulous.
Dean raised his eyebrows innocently. "What?"
"You're not going, Dean. You're just now getting up and around."
"I'm fine, Bobby."
"The hell you are, boy. Sam and I got this."
"Bobby…"
Bobby reached out and squeezed the still tender wound in Dean's side. Dean grunted in surprise and doubled over, gasping in pain.
"Stay put, son. Don't argue."
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